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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One-Sided Conversation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat, head bent, <br>In her old, grey chair, <br>The blinds were pulled and drawn, <br>The shadows caught <br>In the gathering gloom, <br>But she moved not at all; <br>Her husband, stood by the old oak door<br>He'd cleared his throat to speak, <br>'You wanted to see me, then, ' he said, <br>A pallor upon his cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knew, he thought, <br>She knew full well<br>His cheating, shiftless ways, <br>He'd married her more for her money<br>Than for her wit, her charm or grace.<br>She'd warned him once<br>She'd warned him twice, <br>She'd said that he made her sick, <br>Now he was the one who was feeling ill<br>As she still refused to speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I 'spect you want<br>Me gone, ' he said, <br>And waited for some response, <br>She sat, head bent in her favourite chair<br>As he stood there, like a dunce.<br>'I need some money, <br>A thousand pounds, <br>Will get me out of a fix.'<br>The way she sat, and stared at the floor<br>Meant: 'No, I'll give you nix.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mopped his forehead<br>With trembling hands, <br>The sharks were closing in, <br>If she didn't come to his rescue, well, <br>He'd seen what they'd do to him…<br>'I beg you, think <br>Of your own good name, '<br>But she wasn't listening then, <br>Her face was grim, she stared at the floor, <br>With nothing left for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to a drawer<br>And took a gun, <br>Then held it up to his head, <br>'I'd never have thought you could be so cruel<br>To the man who shares your bed.'<br>The air grew chill<br>In the silent room<br>As he let out a plaintive cry, <br>The shot rang out, but she didn't move<br>As he fell to the floor, and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doctor came, <br>And the police, of course, <br>But the wife still sat and stared, <br>The husband lay on the bloodstained rug<br>As if she'd never cared.<br>'It's very odd, '<br>Said the sergeant then, <br>But the Doctor suppressed a laugh, <br>'He's only been dead for an hour, ' he said, <br>'She's been dead for an hour and a half.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 April 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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In her old, grey chair, 
The blinds were pulled and drawn, 
The shadows caught 
In the gathering gloom, 
But she moved not at all; 
Her husband, stood by the old oak door
He'd cleared his throat to speak, 
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